[She hardly needs to ask him a second time— as her back arches, he loosens his hold on her just enough so that he can shift and allow her to lay back against the mattress, pinning his arm against the pillow above her head as he begins to smear a furious trail of kisses along the curve of her neck. He could, in theory, pause long enough to relieve her of that last scrap of clothing— but that would mean relenting, and he's unwilling to stop when she writhes and rocks against him so sweetly.
He hovers above her just enough to plant his knee between both of hers, enough to keep them from drawing closed as he pushes her higher, teases his thumb against her clit, circling and nudging against it as he crooks his fingers inside of her to stroke forward, never allowing himself to still. If she wants more, he'll gladly give it to her, and his breath is ragged as he kisses his way back to her own kiss-swollen lips, pressing his brow against hers.]
Like that?
[There's an almost teasing lilt to his voice, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes before he chases her lips for another eager kiss, unable and unwilling to stop himself now that he finally can.]
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He hovers above her just enough to plant his knee between both of hers, enough to keep them from drawing closed as he pushes her higher, teases his thumb against her clit, circling and nudging against it as he crooks his fingers inside of her to stroke forward, never allowing himself to still. If she wants more, he'll gladly give it to her, and his breath is ragged as he kisses his way back to her own kiss-swollen lips, pressing his brow against hers.]
Like that?
[There's an almost teasing lilt to his voice, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes before he chases her lips for another eager kiss, unable and unwilling to stop himself now that he finally can.]